Were dark angels bleed and the fire burns cold. The blood moon covers the sun. The wind cuts you like a knife your life is almost done.
When the killers breath is on your neck you had better wake from your sleep. For tonight is the night of the blood moon and your sole belongs to me.
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I like to wright this type of poem when i feel sad or angry. I have NEVER cut myself but i have been through a lot in my life
Did you take a keen liking to the emo character in the 'Wedding Crashers'?
*Note: I am Shooting star i went by a different name because i did not want my teacher to find out when i was typing it out. knowing her she would have sent me to therapy)